Ten thousand I am across the heavens

Days passed by, and Mughal continued to work on the web. Occasionally, he would see news reports about a rising star in the new fighting tournament who, with the superpower of electric current in his body, had fought his way through the competition and made it into the top three. It was said that he might make history.

But he didn't know that the person who might make history was their boss, the mysterious hacker who had been operating outside the Great Firewall all along.

He simply worked hard day after day, cultivating his dozen or so self-media accounts, and having the people he recruited manage them for him.

The vast majority of people end up not gaining any traffic, but that's not a big deal, because they never really intended to cultivate a true internet celebrity. To truly cultivate an internet celebrity, you need substantial financial backing. Even if an individual becomes an overnight sensation and has access to massive traffic, they can't absorb it all and will eventually have to give it all back. They might even face disgrace and social ruin if they're unlucky.

After more than a month of nurturing, these alternate accounts of his have at least surpassed 90% of the followers, even if they haven't accumulated many yet.

Most ordinary people who drift through life without a plan don't have the habit of building a following. So having a few hundred followers might already put them ahead of half the population, and having a thousand or more might put them ahead of 90%.

These accounts have virtually no monetization potential, but that doesn't matter. All they need is basic community influence; these dozen or so accounts can be considered high-quality paid commenters. The account holders, as long as they're willing to be hired and diligently reply to posts that require their opinion, can earn a small, extra income per account. This level of income is certainly insufficient to support a living person, so it's mostly done part-time.

It means having a regular job and then managing one or two accounts as a side job to earn some extra money to support oneself.

He, on the other hand, had it much easier, since he had over a dozen such accounts, and several personalities dedicated to maintaining them. This made things much easier for him.

The revenue from these accounts is more than enough to cover their expenses on the virtual servers. Dedicated personnel are constantly handling comments, even sending messages and engaging in online arguments. This means these accounts are more valuable than part-time accounts; they're essentially full-time fans and full-time online trolls. Overall, the accumulated profits are generally enough to support an ordinary person who has taken a break from work.

This is a remarkable achievement in today's world. Not needing to worry about survival, but being able to maintain a daily life through passive income from one's own business—something 99% of people in this era cannot do.

Having achieved what he has, he could consider further enhancing his abilities to change his impoverished circumstances. However, compared to others, he has an even more difficult task to complete: surviving in this chaotic era with his daughter.

His current income isn't enough; he may need to save for a while longer before he's confident he can bring his daughter back to life and into the real world.

Prior to this, the internet witnessed a grand event. This included content related to the finals of the Natural Personality Fighting Tournament. Because a true dark horse had fought his way to the top, the tournament garnered exceptionally high attention, with some even planning to make a movie about it.

Even amidst his daily toil, Mughal still manages to see related content in the various notifications on his account. Today is the day of the finals. He plans to take advantage of his time to recharge and watch the match.

……

Mo Chengzi made it to the semi-finals without much trouble, but he wasn't entirely confident about tonight's final.

"What a pity. Although we successfully infiltrated the cult and gained the opportunity to communicate with high-level artificial intelligence, all the technologies we've acquired recently are related to the information field. We don't have a single technology related to the human body. We can only rely on the physical abilities developed by Evolution 1 to deal with those supermodels' freaks."

"Actually, I think this situation is quite normal. Most of the technologies that artificial intelligence can develop in the virtual world are in the information field. Researching technologies related to the human body is quite troublesome, and it doesn't help the evolution of AI itself. Those large companies that can acquire related 'black technologies' must have spent a lot of effort on them. These 'black technologies' related to human evolution are probably byproducts they stumbled upon while acquiring other information technologies." Norrell has been communicating frequently with high-level AIs recently and has gained some understanding of their nature. However, what puzzles him is that this frequent communication hasn't stimulated her evolution. The evolution and improvement of her own core program are all driven step by step by her internal programs. Currently, she thinks that these high-level AIs are so different from her that she can't learn anything from them even if she communicates with them. They're the kind of AIs whose level difference is too great to understand. But that's not the case at all. Those so-called super AIs are just empty shells. Their so-called 'black technologies' are just directly manipulating the world's basic permissions and modifying the data of the entire world, which is meaningless in the field of natural science.

Mo Chengzi shook his head helplessly. He knew he couldn't obtain the relevant technology, most likely because it represented a very small percentage of the advanced technologies mastered by artificial intelligence. Compared to those who had mastered these advanced technologies and whose bodies had been modified to an unbelievable degree, he was still too weak.

However, this doesn't mean he has no chance of winning. Against an opponent of this caliber, he actually has a slight chance of victory, as long as he makes good use of the superpowers granted by Evolution 1 and his body's ability to generate electricity. He might very well be able to defeat this opponent.

He and the Celestial King had already entered the arena simultaneously. The arena for their match was far, far larger than before, covering an area of ​​over 10000 square meters. This was clearly not an arena suitable for ordinary human combat. It was obviously designed to give the Celestial King, a superhuman capable of releasing physical energy blasts, room to perform on the arena.

Mo Chengzi breathed a slight sigh of relief upon seeing the massive arena and its relatively complex terrain. This intricate environment actually gave him more room to maneuver. A flat, unobstructed plain would have made things much more difficult.

[To be continued]

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